I stand here frozen in this lake,
forsaken from all removed from place,
I feel that there is nothing left for me.
When we had met all of that changed,
we latched to each other like we were chains,
So that way nothing else could hurt us.
But sometimes you break away,
There's even times when you vanish too.
And it leaves me feeling sad and blue.....
I need your love!
And you're a broken rose,
You are why I sleep at night!
Cuz with you I'll be alright!
I need your love!
And you're a broken rose,
I'll come and save you from this hell!
So that way we can be well!
I still need your love!
And you're a broken rose,
I still need your love!
When I'm wi
forgetting how to sleep by intricately-ordinary, literature
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forgetting how to sleep
take two.
a week past the end of the world,
and there’s something therapeutic
about not caring. I must’ve
really messed up in another life. I
wake up shaking and forget to sleep
shaking and hold your hand, shaking,
remembering the moment I became
poison. I feel crazier than ever; cementhead’s
good and gone with his plastic wrists
and missing soul. the boy who entertains
his unfriendliest nightmares couldn’t
muster up enough innocence
to make it right. (today, he writes
a letter; dear Sophia, he tells me
it doesn’t get better. I’m
locked up for a crime I
didn’t commit. you did it,
Sophia. yo
i read about serial killers not saints by MisfitableGrae, literature
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i read about serial killers not saints
she says, “what are humans made out of,
if not emotions and quirks and mistakes?”
i think to myself that humans are made
out of sinew and bone and tissue and if god hasn’t
found a way to love us bloodily and morbidly
then he will never be able to look past any
of our self-taught imperfections.
but i say none of this, just nod and smile,
and wonder what it means that to her,
all that i am is a series of mistakes stacked
on top of each other. my entire body is a past
i cannot outrun no matter how many times
i move away and forget my name and who i used
to be.
she tries to take away my body, but i have fought
for sixteen yea
tell me, boy
who is your god.
do not say it
is the limbs
that spread you
between knowing
and comfort;
do not tell me it is
hands wrapping a head
board, nor a mouth
tugging your name
for salvation.
i want to know who it is
that makes you lucent,
bent beneath the dark,
weeping,
because there is no divinity
like the one that makes
you bleed
Poetry Session:For you Alone by Hashae, literature
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Poetry Session:For you Alone
I thought my heart would never love again.But then you had came.I heard your story of cold sins.A lot of it was the same.
Your love is like a phoenix,It never dies out.Your fires cover me like warm blankets,away from the bothersome waters.
The feelings we share so true.They are deeper than the sea like the song Love so blue.You are the one I can always talk to for a while.I would destroy the world just to see your smile.
It was for you alone who shot me out sky,falling back into the atmosphere.No need to hit the suicide button,because I can see that you are here.
It was you alone who woke up my heart,Unlocked it's secrets for you to see.For i